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“I think Saulto say about it,” his voice rumbles as he opens the door

If any icy resistance had built up in ht of my man

My man

He stands there in a suit of pale blue, a winter alpha wreathed in the fabric of his jacket, hisHe strides forward and then before I know it, he’s caught ether frantically

I gasp and drag ht away,inside of o the date and instead just leap on his around him, and then …

Oh, God, we’re doing it, somehow

My legs are wrapped around hiainst h the closeness of our kiss, his hands tight and rough on

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sparkplug,” he growls, pausing the kiss so that we can stare intensely into each other’s eyes “You’re goddaic”

“Magic?” I giggle

“Yeah,” he sot here”

“But now that you’re here …”

“It feels fucking perfect,” he finishes for me

As he places h – I almost tell hi our relationship

But then he’d ask why I think that, and I’d have to reply that she made some nebulous comments

Then what?

What do those comments even mean, exactly?

I’d have to face the blunt truth that she doesn’t know and when she finds out—

“Hey, Sparkplug,” he says, touching aze to his “Today is about us Let tomorrow take care of itself”

I lashinto the moment, unable not to

“Maybe I was just thinking that we still need to choose a nickname for you,” I sass

His srowls “And what did you have in mind?”

“Uht of one yet “Flame?”

“What?” he chuckles “Why Flame?”